Still, Saerian didn't bat an eye. He could pry into the kid's head if he wanted to. He didn't really care. Right now, this was nothing more than an annoyance. He actually *was* going home, and he *had* been behaving.
"Jack," Saerian said. His cigarette was almost gone now. "Robbins. I'm an architect."
And possessed by a higher demon. But you just didn't put that on a business card.